Hmm, just five and had my own picture/portrait. Can't tell the difference between dad and myself at that age. Living at Biggs AFB in El Paso. Have a cocker spaniel (Princess) who lives in a half of an old suitcase and a calico cat named Tinkerbell (Hey! I'm 5, my mom named them, geez) Tinkerbell would routinely smack Princess upside her nose when she wanted the suitcase.
Tinkerbell had kittens that year in my old baby carriage (mom was keeping around for my brothers/sisters, but never had any that lived. She had 6 and it was really weird. One all black, black skin(Blackie of course), one deep brown - black skin (chocolate of course), one light tanish green eyed and pink and black skin (cinnamon) one pure white with pink skin and blue eyes (snowball, my fav) and two calicos.
Other big things happened that year, the Beatles came to America, but alas I am only five, so I don't remember much. Mom's favorite story is being called to the kindergarten because I was caught kissing a girl in the back of the class.
:) What can I say? I can't deny it, after all, I am only five.
